I want to tell you a story
'Bout a little man if I can.
A gnome named Grimble Gromble.
And little gnomes stay in their homes,
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.
He wore a scarlet tunic,
A blue-green hood, it looked quite good.
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass, fresh air at last.
Wining, dining, biding his time...
And then one day...
Hooray, another way for gnomes to say
Ooh my...
Look at the sky, look at the river.
Isn't it good?
Look at the sky, look at the river.
Isn't it good?
Winding, finding places to go.
And then one day
Hooray, another way for gnomes to say
Ooh my ooh my...
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I dont listen to Pink Floyd so much anymore. Radio has made me disillusioned to this band. I am sick of Comfortably Numb, and Wish You Were Here played on hard rock stations continuously.
I had another thought today... about hippies mostly. Gnomes are a breed of mythological biped that is all about the outdoors and peaceful reverie and relaxing with substances... This is a perfect symbol for commune-living, liberal voting, tofu eating tree huggers. Green Peace should be notified... I've found them a mascot.....
wait wait... no. Travelocity already got there first. Damn.
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